Libby wants Son House to come in and play!

This morning as I was getting ready for work, I heard a sound from Libby's kennel that sounded like she was dancing around in the kind of play dogs do.  I could hear her nails clicking on the little wooden porch where she likes to lie in the sunshine.  I glanced out the window to see what she was doing.  You probably can't tell from this first picture...

 ...but it is beginning to get clearer...

...that Son House had discovered the hole in the gate.

"Hey, Mom, what do you think is happening here?  Is this my little brother?  Or just a big blond rat?"

 "Oh, wow, someone to play with!  Can he come in and play, Mom?  Can he, huh?  Please?"

 Son House seemed to be thinking about the invitation...

"Sure dude, it's all fun and games, until I get in there and one of us gets hurt..."